The Amazing Race by R.G. Ryan Originally published in Snapshots At St. Arbuck's Vol 2, Available from Amazon.com Six a.m. on a mid-summer Sunday morning. I was sitting at a sidewalk table outside a St. Arbuck’s on Santa Monica Blvd. in West Hollywood—“WeHo” to the locals—doing a bit of people watching and thinking about … Continue reading The Amazing Race
Creative Writing
Fix You
A warm and playful yet insistent breeze stole through the open bedroom window carrying a hitchhiking scent that was at once familiar and foreign. The digital display on my bedside clock read, 10:00 AM. I should have been up two hours ago, but lately all I seem to want to do is sleep, which is … Continue reading Fix You
The Key
Drab, brown woolen coat. A man's overcoat. My size. Discarded. Forgotten. Suspended on a wire hanger. A light sprinkling of dust on the shoulders. I open the coat, running my fingers over the satin lining and luxuriating in the pure pleasure of touch. I come to a bump. Not a bump exactly. Elongated. Metallic. It … Continue reading The Key
Just In Time
there are times this would be one when i seek nothing more than oblivion no answers to pressing questions no solace from sympathetic lovers merely the vast emptiness to drift on nothingness there are times i've had my share when pain has been my only companion stiletto-like fingers piercing white hot agony … Continue reading Just In Time
The Beach House by R.G. Ryan
The inescapable fact of the mater is that the deeper I get into my current conundrum the more I love the taste of alcohol. Clear liquor, brown liquor, it don’t matter much to me. I love it all. Time was when I believed it loved me back. I know better now. Oh, yes, I most … Continue reading The Beach House by R.G. Ryan
Post-Vox Resurrection
There once was a blogging platform called Vox. Us Voxers had a tight little nurturing and encouraging community. Over time friendships transcended the "cyber" category evolving into deep relationships for some. I mean people actually met each other face-to-face! Can you even imagine such a thing! But then the parent company decided Vox was no … Continue reading Post-Vox Resurrection
The Living Years
The floor was sticky. How the fact had managed to escape his attention until now was a mystery. Of course when one was on their hands and knees’ rooting around for one’s dropped eyeglasses the condition of the flooring tended to become disgustingly evident. “Retirement Living,” the gaudy sign had trumpeted on the day he’d … Continue reading The Living Years
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